Failure. Both of them, to weak. Mel had been so tender hearted she hadn't seen the civil warm brewing in her own city. Piltover and Zaun, Zaun and Piltover. Caitlyn was smart, she was strong, she understood what needed to be done to protect the city. Martial Law. Nothing less. The Undercity itself was such a… interesting thing, people, to weak and desperate, learning to grip every chance they got and never let go. It almost reminded her of home. No matter though, the beings down here entertained her, the children who would pick pocket and scavenge, none strong enough to try and do so to her, not with her bodyguard Rictus prowling not far behind her, no child was stupid enough- no child, except-